* first off, thanks for joining me on a Thursday. Fun fact - I used to post M, W, F - then I eliminated the Friday, but dang - Wed comes up real fast after a Monday, in case you weren't aware*
Christmas blunders include, but are not limited to . . .
On Dec. 23rd, I made green bean casserole to feed an army for my-side party. I make it in the crockpot so that it'll be easy and I don't have to tie up an oven. I decided to make it with real, actual, delicious flour for the majority of the people, because I KNOW that GF flour tastes weird.
Then, I made a small GF version for Ann, who also has celiac, and I.
Well, the kids were all standing in the kitchen. It was the usual conversation of who is going to go grab what at the grocery store. Ed was my regular shopper, and he should probably be privy to more of an inheritance as a result. He answered texts mid-shopping stream and called to ask about substitutes, etc. He's a prince.
There was lots of talk about who was going to go workout and where.
*There are two places we workout since the high-end health club that we get for free because of Coach's clinic's affiliation remodeled during the pandemic and eliminated their basketball court WITHOUT CONSULTING US, if you can imagine.*
Who would they drive and when, and would it suffice for me, the cooker/baker/and all-things maker (I want this on a t-shirt), to get the needed grocery supplies after a workout, or were supplies needed before the workouts? These workouts involve shuttling Reg to his gym of choice, since he now has a membership to LA Fitness, which we joined to compensate for the loss of the b-ball court at the other place. His pass includes 2 guests to LA for free and he often takes Curly and they shoot around. LA is down the street from the high-end place, which is in the same building where Coach works.
Life is sometimes complicated, but I'm guessing you already knew that.
You're updated on our workout locations, so moving the conversation back in the kitchen with the sweet and sour green bean casserole. The boys were leaving and I looked down and realized that I'd put GF-foul-tasting flour in the big vat-o-non-GF green beans. Damn.
I'd already prepared the baby-sized portion for Ann and I. I did it first because I've been known to get in auto-mode and throw all of the green beans into the big vat and forget to save some for my GF baby-sized dish. I hate auto-mode, but since I'd had covid I was playing catch up. I screwed up.
I did my best to scoop the GF flour out but it was on top of the mountain of bacon pieces. I wiped most of the pieces of bacon off on paper towels before adding the bacon back in and then adding 'real' flour. It wasn't pretty, I mean unless you like to clean flour off of bacon.
|I could not figure out |
what this was a photo
of the other day. Oh, it's
bacon after I 'cleaned' it.
On Christmas I forgot to put my miniature sized GF beans in the oven until it was almost time to eat. 40 minutes later when I took a bite, I realized I'd forgotten to add sugar. Fortunately Ann and I were the only ones impacted.
What on earth is my problem though? I tossed a cup of sugar in the leftovers later. Insert me humming: IF I ONLY HAD A BRAIN.
Later when I made a new-to-me dessert (pumpkin chiffon pie that my mom usually makes), I opted to do so when all the kids were out with friends late at night. No talkie-talkie to distract wacky-wacky me.
The next day was Christmas Eve. I shared the Christmas menu with the kids, or more importantly I pointed out that I wasn't serving rice broccoli casserole. Or Jello. Or dinner rolls. Civil rest ensued.
They almost stuffed me up the chimney and asked Santa for a new 2.0 version of me.
|I can't believe I almost |
skipped the jello (mixed with
vanilla ice cream) - and look
at how wonderfully I got it centered
on this Christmas plate.
This explains why Santa didn't deliver gifts until 11:55 am. In order to stuff the stockings, I ordered the crew out of the family room for a few. I have a funny story about a stocking stuffer, but it'll have to wait. I've written and rotated out SEVERAL endings to this post- trying not to make it book-length. So . . .
|A small tree and a small stash of gifts.|
I put all the gifts in an empty pack-n-play crib in my room. (thought I took a pic of this, but didn't)
Mini came in and saw the pack-n-play: OH, WOW. YOU ALWAYS TELL US, "YOU'RE NOT GETTING MUCH THIS YEAR. YOU DON'T NEED ANYTHING." THEN WE GET A TON. I GUESS THIS YEAR YOU MEANT IT. *she wasn't complaining, just laughing.
Can you bake or cook when people talk to you, or does conversation screw you up? Do you buy more than you mean to buy/panic shop/struggle to keep things even? Did Santa show up on time at your place?